If I don't put the stuff I get from the bulk bins away IMMEDIATELY upon getting home, my Mae likes to tear into the bag of nutritional yeast and then proceed to drag the bag around the house. Weirdo. Also, messy.

Our Fritz breaks into bags of nutritional yeast too, only he doesn't play with it, he chows down! It's the only bulk food item he'll do that with.

Oh, I should have said she eats her fill and then drags it around like a kill or something. Good to know she's not the only cat who does this.

Tristan had yet ANOTHER party in the night. He takes out all the soft mittens, scarves and hats from the closet (which we keep forgetting to close) and puts them in the hall, goes to the back storage room and grabs his favourite bags of treats from the shelf and brings them to the hall, opens them up so there's treats everywhere. I have never seen it happen, only the aftermath, but I like to imagine he rolls around in the soft mittens and scarves while binging on treats. That's what it seems like, anyway.

This is the hall, that is Tristan infront and the carpet is approximately where he has his night parties:

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Tristan had yet ANOTHER party in the night. He takes out all the soft mittens, scarves and hats from the closet (which we keep forgetting to close) and puts them in the hall, goes to the back storage room and grabs his favourite bags of treats from the shelf and brings them to the hall, opens them up so there's treats everywhere. I have never seen it happen, only the aftermath, but I like to imagine he rolls around in the soft mittens and scarves while binging on treats. That's what it seems like, anyway.

Hahahaha, this is the best. When i'm rich I plan to install security cameras just to see what kinds of fuckery the cats get up to when i'm not around.

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Dib likes to pee on the wet towels left on the bathroom floor. He also steals my hair ties.

Poppy likes to lay on top of the computer I have that has touch buttons. She lays on the disc part and runs the risk of simpultaneously touching the eject pad, which would strip the gears of the disc thingie.

Chloe is just an all around badass.

And they ALL don't bury their poo very well. Come on kitties. You can do it.

Our ferals that are awaiting the neuter and return portion of TNR destroy their cages, eat their litterboxes and yowl lodly, but I can't blame them. I'd do the same if someone trapped me and shoved me in a cage.

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I had to put a litter box in my closet to keep Genghis from peeing on my carpet*, and that is where my old cat prefers to take her stinky, unburied shiitakes.

*Genghis didn't adjust well to moving in with three extra dogs, and spent the first three months living in the basement where the food and litter box is. When she finally started coming upstairs, she would stay upstairs if she thought she couldn't get past the dogs, hence the peeing. My FIL would flip out if he knew I had a litter box upstairs, so it's either in my closet or like, next to my bed.

_________________"The Tree is His Penis"

The tree is his penis // it's very exciting // when held up to his mouth // the lights are all lighting // his eyes start a-bulging // in unbridled glee // the tree is his penis // its beauty, effulgent -amandabear

Okay, my cats are little assassins. They tried to kill my dogs. This was a while ago, my dog had cancer. He was on pain medication, Carprofen, which apparently tastes like beef. The cats managed to knock a basically full bottle down and our dogs (we also have another dog that didn't have cancer) chewed through the bottle and ate all of it. We weren't home at the time, we were gone for about 3 hours. When we came back, we saw the chewed up bottle. Well, luckily they survived this, after a few days at the vets getting IV fluids and several thousand dollars. Luckily they were okay. Well, except for the cancer, which was not okay, because he eventually died from that. :(

More recently, our cats managed to break into the cabinets and pull down a bag of "dental treats" that are supposed to be really fibrous for the dog to chew on so she doesn't get calculus. Of course then she ate 1/2 the bag and had diarrhea and vomit for 3 days.

I need some sort of cat-proof cabinets, because these guys can get into everything. Also, they got into the draw where the cat treats were and managed to eat all of those -though I think the dog had her fair share. We have to keep the cat food in the garage or they will eat through the bag.

Gershwin must've heard that Fizz thought it was cool to meow people awake because at 3:20am he knocked at the door and cried until I opened it and said, "WHAAT?" and then he ran away and never bothered us again.

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I thought I had outsmarted our kitties. At 5AM every morning they crash around the bedroom knocking everything over. Every morning I get up and walk toward the bedroom door so they think I'm going out to play with them. They race ahead. I close the door and go back to sleep.

Except this morning Millie kept trying to shove herself under the door crack and in the process rubbed all the hair off her nose. And now I feel guilty for having a hairless cat.

Tristan did our taxes in the middle of the night. Took out all the receipts from a big envelope I had on a table and scattered them EVERYWHERE. And then brought his bag of "Party Mix" treats onto the pile, broke open the bag and ate some. A treat for a job well done?

_________________Did you notice the slight feeling of panic at the words "Chicken Basin Street"? Like someone was walking over your grave? Try not to remember. We must never remember. - mumblesIs this about devilberries and nazifruit again? - footface